Mile High Telluride

Tough enough to breath at sea level but at 10,000 feet the process of keeping oneself alive has taking on an entire new meaning, which would not amount to very much if content to walking around all afternoon roaming the small town sightseeing, dining, and shopping, yet my focus centered around a cabal like free for all of multi-day exposure to a variety of narcotics, street freaks, and the liberalize mind of Colorado who on this particular early weekday was welcoming the high octane, intersellar, transcendental three ring circus known as Phish. Not so much the band as much as the extremely loyal legions of fans who come from all over the world to immerse themselves in a non judgemental, intensely excessive, marathon sprint amongst the mountains of Telluride Colorado. There is really not much to brag about in the sense of undertaking such a potentially fatal endeavor as hanging out with a bunch of seasoned degenerates who sole purpose is reconvene for such events and attempt to reconnect with the plasma like force a band such as Phish projects onto its crowd. From the music, to the lyrics, to the light show, everything has been elevated to overload the senses, generating a hypnotic shamanesque transmission affecting parts of the brain that would otherwise never have been explored or tapped unless under the watchful eye of LSD or DMT experimentation, yet it will not be too hard to find willing participants who seek to add such narcotics into the myraid of other substances to enhance a Phish, as if most human beings would even need it, the experience of going to a show itself invovles a series of psychological acceptances, things are going to get weird, even if just having a few beers at the show and from what I have seen at over 35 Phish show in the past decade would leave me convinced that very few people would settle on drinking merely a few beers, as if to say why waste this opportunity to push the boundaries even further, to go out where few tread, where all the fun exists, why not fry some more nuerons in the brain, aren't billions of those little things in there, singe the ends and see what happens.

Would I be any different today? Of course not, day three, kept things to a minimum, meaning I remember most of the events of the past two days, refrained from ingesting an overtly gross amount of psychadelic, stimulants, depressants, and opiates all at one sitting, yet for some reason an arch angel or various other sub diety has planted the desire in my head to take acid for tonights show and not just to do some right at the start of the show, but dose out while waiting in line to get into the venue some four hours before the band goes on which leaves me with plenty of time on my hands and a rapidly receeding slope of sanity with which I cling upon as sun makes it way back down the mountainous terrain.

Well one dose of LSD would not be enough today as I ask a friend for the first one while he placed a dime size like puddle of the substance in the palm of my hand, but there was disciple of the Pranksters roaming around us in a nearby encampment reminising about old yesteryear when no one gave a fuck, drugs were cheap, and people knew which side they stood on, all of this banter went right past me cause the first dose from my friend was kicking in, all I could do was focus on the guy's little pigtails coming off of his head, with proper pink rubber bands to hold them together, this was very amusing, his demeanor came in a strong second with a steady cadence of pacing around the campsite where a number of beat up 70's era caravans had taken up residence as if posing as a cadre of armed resistance fighters who looked bent upon spraying down the entire crowd later tonight in various aerial raids of sythesized experiemental drugs unyet tested on humans, merely reserved for clincal trials on a lab full of pan fried test rats who had long gone over the moon via a battery of episodical trips paralyzing their brain in entirety until nothing but a white film grew over the eyes while a state of catatonic distress froze the creatures into something resembling Greek statues. The rats had left planet Earth for good, where they headed now was something left for philospohers and the insane to decipher.

Nonetheless these results would not delay the next phase of testing and what a more formidable as well as resilant audience to conduct the round of trials upon, the crowd would welcome such a fresh infusion of mind debilating hallucinations and inner contemplations to supplement the already borderline college level chemisty department wandering around the campsite as well as line up earlier in the afternoon, but who is to turn down any sort of antidote to the overwhelming presence of reality existing not too far off in the distant horizons of middle America that was the real dark cloud, the true evil beast seeking blood, sacrifice, and cannibalization, not the fans, they were only interested in taking life to the next level by whatever means available around them and in a town where the medical marijuana dispensary sold medicinal ice cream, I began to wonder if there needed to be any sort of store front at all to justify to painfully obvious cravings for the Phish fans to ingest as many legal and illicit drugs as possible in a five hour evening, myself included, leading to a total disconnect, short circuit of all rational thought, all long term memory, and inability to differeniate between the time/space continumum. Brave astronausts by the thousands dawned their suits preparing for another journey into the unknown, with no itinerary, goal, or intergalatic map, nothing more than the will to undertake the adventure, unconcerned of consequence, authority, and mortality, only one path laid in front of us all, together a general consensus of the people told me right away we would come out the other end unscathed, enriched, and hungry for future explorations.